Drifting Towards You

Ling Yuchen still looked soft and weak, watching his mother whispered: "Remove her hands and feet."

Russell Bai was stunned for a few seconds, and as the door was opened, the whole person was a little flustered: "Let go, I am your boss!"

Ling Yuchen ignored what she said, and whispered softly: "You raise me young, and I raise you old. Don't worry, I will support you for the rest of my life."

When the words fell, he turned and left, screaming screams behind him.

Not long after that, Russell White's spirit was a bit weak.

It happened that Ling Yuchen would go to her every day to talk to her, talk about how his father thought of her, and talk about how stupid she was.

In fact, Ling Yuchen never felt how much Russell Bai loved his father. He had wondered countless times whether if his father hadn't died, then everything would be different.

That's why he once hated Li Mubai so much.

But then he understood that even if his father was not dead, nothing would be different.

This woman has always loved herself only, she just lived in her own fantasy, and her so-called affectionate, from beginning to end, only touched herself.

If his father really didn't die, he thought, at this moment, the two of them were afraid that they would have already died.

However, because he died when she was first in love, it became the obsession of her life and fulfilled her so-called ‘affectionate’.

A week later, Russell Bai committed suicide in jail, still clutching the diary torn by her to death.

Ling Yuchen stood outside the door looking at her corpse, smiled lightly, with a gleam of water in the corner of his eyes.

She hit the wall and killed herself. After all, her hands and feet didn't work, and being able to pinch the shredded notebook probably exhausted all her strength.

She was arrogant and prominent for half her life, but she ended up like this in the end.

"Master, corpse...?" Uncle Luo asked in a low voice.

Usually people who die in the execution hall will be thrown to the barren hills to feed wild dogs, but now this...the identity is a bit special.

Ling Yuchen was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Find a cemetery and erect a monument."

"Yes."

Uncle Luo thought, it is always different from the birth mother.

Ling Yuchen just thought, from now on, as long as he sees the tombstone, he knows that he has finally broken off the inextricable blood ties with her, the shackles, and he will never have anything to do with it.

Li Mubai and Xia Feise also arrived on the day Russoba was buried.

Li Mubai looked at the woman on the tombstone, neither happy nor melancholy, but there was something empty in his heart.

How much can one hate his mother?

How much love can there be?

He didn't know, but he knew that for decades of the rest of his life, there would never be such a person poking his heart again and again with a knife.

He and her, the relationship has been broken.

Li Mubai looked at the tombstone in silence for a long time, and whispered softly: "In the next life, don't be a mother and son anymore."

Xia Feise was afraid that he would be in a bad mood, so she gently held his hand, trying to make him feel less sad.

Li Mubai raised his head and squeezed a smile at him, and said warmly: "Let's go."

Xia Feise glanced at Ling Yuchen who was aside, and whispered, "Yuchen is leaving?"

Ling Yuchen didn't move, Xia Feise sighed and left with Li Mubai.

Until the two of them left the cemetery, Xia Feise felt a little hungry, and Li Mubai said warmly: "Wait here, I'll buy it."

After all, before Xia Feise could speak, she ran into the small supermarket aside.

When Xia Feise turned her head, she met Ling Yuchen's faint gaze and was startled.

"Sister-in-law." Ling Yuchen stared at her slowly.

"En?" Xia Fei asked warmly.

"You...can you hug me?" Ling Yuchen said quietly, his voice weak.